Legend has it that Virgil was born in the village of Andes, near Mantua in Cisalpine Gaul. Scholars suggest Etruscan, Umbrian or even Celtic descent by examining the linguistic or ethnic markers of the region. Analysis of his name has led to beliefs that he descended from earlier Roman colonists. Modern speculation ultimately is not supported by narrative evidence either from his own writings or his later biographers. Etymological fancy has noted that his cognomen MARO shares its letters anagrammatically with the twin themes of his epic: AMOR (love) and ROMA (Rome).
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GEORGIC I What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star
This now, the very latest of my toils, Vouchsafe me, Arethusa! needs must I Sing a brief song to Gallus- brief, but yet
Meliboeus. You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse
Muses of Sicily, essay we now A somewhat loftier task! Not all men love Coppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,
Menalcas. Why, Mopsus, being both together met, You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,
TO VARUS First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The shepherd Corydon with love was fired For fair Alexis, his own master's joy: No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
Lycidas. Say whither, Moeris?- Make you for the town, Or on what errand bent?
Of Damon and Alphesiboeus now, Those shepherd-singers at whose rival strains
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What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star
Maecenas, it is meet to turn the sod
Or marry elm with vine; how tend the steer;
What pains for cattle-keeping, or what proof
Of patient trial serves for thrifty bees;-
Such are my themes.
O universal lights
Most glorious! ye that lead the gliding year
Along the sky, Liber and Ceres mild,
If by your bounty holpen earth once changed
Chaonian acorn for the plump wheat-ear,
And mingled with the grape, your new-found gift,
The draughts of ...